Stelle spammed Adrian with dozens more Pom-Pom stickers—still delivery failed. She was stumped.
That shouldn't happen. She'd just gotten a message from March 7th asking her to check in at the Dreamscape Vendor.
"Whatever. Let's get back to that [Clockmaker Kid] you mentioned."
Stelle pocketed her phone. As a veteran gamer, she was used to networks crashing randomly. After this [Trailblaze] trip, she'd upgrade to a better phone.
Wait… could Adrian's [Eternity] arts work on electronics? Then her phone would never glitch again!
She looked at Firefly, signaling her to continue.
"Uh… the [Clockmaker] is a legendary tycoon in Penacony's history—the founder of the dream world, the one who turned [dreams] into reality."
"His origins are a mystery. Some say he was an off-world merchant, others a prisoner from the prison planet, and a few claim the Clockmaker is just a symbol—he never existed at all…"
"No one knows where he came from, but everyone wants to replicate his success and become the next Clockmaker."
"His deeds spread across the galaxy, drawing dreamers in droves. Feast after feast built the Planet of the Festivities we know today. In Penacony, everyone knows the name."
"Though cartoon [Clockie] is just a clumsy braggart… I still believe the Clockmaker was a Nameless! Pioneering dreams sounds so [Trailblaze]!"
Stelle stroked her chin. If the Clockmaker really was Nameless, he'd be her senior.
The two turned to watch Adrian still passionately speechifying on stage.
"Um… this gentleman's enthusiasm is a bit much. Let's head to the next spot—it's not far. Follow me~"
...
Earlier, The Golden Hour, Trax Avenue
Penacony's famous Theban singer—Robin—had come specifically to meet someone.
"Miss Robin, long time no see… Counting the [Daydream] Hotel in reality, this should be our second meeting."
Adrian produced a bottle of milk tea as usual. "Forgive me—long journey, no time to prepare a proper gift."
Robin accepted it with a smile, glancing at the passing crowds in surprise.
"It's like [invisibility]. Amazing."
"Haha~ Just a little trick, nothing worth mentioning." Adrian remained humble. No local in Penacony knew HIS true identity yet.
HE wouldn't reveal it unless absolutely necessary. If the higher-ups learned an Aeon had graced the Planet of the Festivities, chaos would erupt. An [Emanator] was shocking enough.
Hmm… but right now, Penacony seemed to have quite a few Aeon colleagues…
That prankster giving a speech nearby, plus two old friends spying on HIM from outside the system.
Sigh—if HE'd known, HE would've brought some Church hot-spring vouchers. Could've reverse-sold [Harmony] Xipe.
Eternity Church premium hot springs—Aeon-approved.
Adrian knew Robin simply because he hoped she'd promote the [Eternity Church] more—maybe release an album about it.
A concert there would be even better. The Church had die-hard Robin fans; the deputy priestess was one of them.
The poor girl had looked exhausted lately—probably buried in Church paperwork. She'd been soaking in the springs non-stop these days.
"By the way, isn't Mr. Sunday with you?"
"My brother's discussing [cooperation] with Mr. Blake. I don't know the details."
A genuine [Eternity] Emanator deserved proper hospitality.
Though Pontiff Blake seemed to have ulterior motives for visiting. Robin didn't think she was strong enough to read an [Emanator]'s mind.
To her, the Eternity Church felt lively yet simple compared to Penacony. The springs were truly excellent—just the locals were a tad too enthusiastic.
If rating impressions… Robin thought it beat Epsilon hands-down. Epsilon's labels had released albums for her and invited her to stay.
That planet resembled Penacony, but people cared more about art's profits than art itself…
The Eternity Church was the opposite. They didn't care about planetary revenue—had rejected IPC deals multiple times—just focused on spreading [Eternity].
Robin wasn't a simple [Harmony] Pathstrider. She wanted her songs to soothe suffering and was willing to risk her flesh to escort corporate aid supplies.
Accidents happened along the way, but thanks to a Church gift (milk tea), Robin dodged bullets aimed at her—and the war-torn children survived unscathed.
To avoid awkward silence, Robin took the initiative as guide: "This is the famous [Grand Theater]—another major Penacony landmark!"
"A cosmic superstar as my personal guide… unimaginable…"
Adrian laughed. In Robin's eyes, he was just a special, milk-tea-obsessed [Eternity] Pathstrider.
She trusted the Express crew and Silver Wolf to keep quiet about his Aeon (Emanator) identity.
Aeon status aside—if even the Emanator cover blew, the Church would be in trouble.
When people thought [Eternity] Emanator, what came to mind? The Eternity Church, of course.
After all, no other [Eternity] faction in the cosmos matched the Church.
"Mr. Adrian, don't you find its silhouette unique? In reality, it was Asdana's central prison. The Family renovated it in the dream into the radiant Penacony Grand Theater we see today."
"From the moment it was built, the theater has continuously played the Ode to Harmony across the dream world."
"During the once-per-Era Charmony Festival, Family members gather here to welcome the descent of the [Chorus of Harmony], blessing Penacony with lasting peace."
"Hmm… does this count as the [Eternity] you often mention?"
"Perhaps the Church and Family differ in philosophy, but in my view… creating a paradise of equality requires [Eternity]'s help."
Adrian and Robin stood at the best viewing spot in The Golden Hour—complete with telescopes. Very thoughtful.
This Era's Charmony Festival was about to begin. Eager viewers needed to claim spots early.